What are your favorite emojis?
I misinterpreted your emotion, my bad
I misrepresented mine, maybe worse!
The array of little symbols with which
To declare my position or understand
Yours confuses and leaves me quizzical
🧐 😇 🙃 😋 😉
What are your favorite emojis?
I misinterpreted your emotion, my bad
I misrepresented mine, maybe worse!
The array of little symbols with which
To declare my position or understand
Yours confuses and leaves me quizzical
🧐 😇 🙃 😋 😉
They used to peddle umbrellas for
Five dollars, maybe 3, hawking them
Whenever it rained. Their tones insistent,
A steady sales pitch of repetitions, Calling out the product they knew we Needed. You know you forgot it at home.
Umbrella... umbrella in the mellifluous
Timbre of the African diaspora. We have
Umbrellas. Singing out faster, then
Slurring the sound.They would say it Again, and again, umbrella, as if the words were part of the patter of the falling rain. "Umbrella. Umb-rella. Um-brellas. Five dollah. Who needs an umbrella today?" On a rainy day, this afternoon, Who doesn't need one. A small
Dark umbrella for three or five.
Time, when you misplaced it,
Lost its meaning. You skipped
A beat, but time itself was
Unmoored. Its loss was ours.
Misdirected, time is restless;
Grows untimely and awkward.
Time can run out while you're
Patting your pockets looking
For it as if it were a set of keys.
Timeliness is a way to stay
In the present. Presently, I
Will explain why it may be
Good when you get time to
Stay in the right now, now.
Right now, I present you a
Case for time standing still.
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
It used to be, I would say, all in
The timing. Ask the comedian.
The funny guys know just when
A pause will draw a laugh or a
Puzzled look. Puzzled looks are
All we get when the timing goes.
Time runs ragged and is lost or
Just hard to track. Sometimes.
It used to be all in the timing.
Where has your time gone?
How does yours slip away?
How does it morph, and
What makes it change?
How do you lose it in the
Cracks between memory
And distance? Why does
The time you feel feel
So different from the time
I know and have always
Known? My time tells a
Straightforward story
No twists are taking it
Away from its narrow path
Yours veers right and left,
Off by a half hour here, an
Hour there. Sometimes it
Homes in on a need or necessity
That only reminds me of how
Much time we both have lost
What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

Five? Is that the magic number?
Everyday things, like sunshine or
Clouds, like flowers, coffee mugs
Or a t-shirt I love because of the
Memories it conjures, is that the
Key? 5 ordinary, everyday things.
If they bring happiness, they are
Truly extraordinary. Plainly not
Plain or everyday in the everyday
Sense that everyday suggests. So
Much depends on the ordinary, the
Everyday. That is extraordinary!
Describe something you learned in high school.
In elementary school, you learn
To read and write. By high school,
You may have mastered thinking.
Being philosophical is becoming
To the teen. Thoughtful and full of
Thoughts with the ABCs as a sweet
Soft cushion to bolster axioms, to
Underpin creeds, and enforce the
Theories to which rampant ideas
Give voice and credence. Dogma
And ideology do not endoctrinate
The freethinking being who, being
Human, hatches plots that connect
To all others in the world mankind
Shares. Philosophy is a special gift
Which might lead to wisdom in the
Advance of years. But for now be
Content like the grinning Cheshire.
You are young. Everything is new.
What animals make the best/worst pets?
A spider is an unpleasant pet
I should think, though there's
Charlotte to consider. Her web
Gave a child some pleasure. I
Would not be so happy with
Web or insect for my pet, ugh.
A goat is cute in an angly way
But I believe it might be smelly.
Dogs and cats, cats and dogs-so
Common and conventional and
In need of so much attention.
Great company, I know and very
Loving. Also so loveable. How
Much is that doggie on display?
A leash and collar, we go for a
Walk. Oh darn! Now it's raining.
Will time fly and the cow jump
When the moon is just cheesy
And fairy-tales prattle on about
The real and the imagined so
Little girls wonder if it's safe to
Grow up and little boys know
They don't ever wanna. Some
One has to see the emperor
For who he is and keep the
Spoon at the ready when you
Serve our porridge. Everyone
Mustn't run away or follow a
Trail of bread crumbs to where
The witch awaits lost children.